I, Sadness
By brentsrich
There are those that see beauty, I, sadness. Nestled here in the sun ferocious Where glimpses of wonder ignite and fade, I find darkness and worry, The pained and forlorn. Pleasant thoughts rouse me Heavy with the weight of truth. Lasting sunsets calm me, Calling the night to come. Does fear drive me That none can be beauty for beauty, That no rose can find my smile Without thorns? Could it be the past that binds me, That future cannot trust light? Would all be sun and warm Had these shadows not cast so far? But need I dwell in this Which darkens my morning door? And what would light be like Were no shade to temper its warmth? And how shall I see beauty If sadness its glow does not reflect? Written December 2nd, 1998 © on Aug 29 2001 09:10 AM PST, Rich Brents 0 • 1
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